Ethan said.
“I know, that’s what I’ve been trying to—”
“No. This town. The people in it. You. Something’s off, and if you think I’m going to sit here, let you fuck with me for one more second—”
“I am not fucking with you, Ethan. No one here is fucking with you. Do you have any idea how paranoid that statement sounds? I’m merely trying to determine if you’re in the throes of a psychotic episode.”
“Well, I’m not.”
Ethan pulled on his pants, got them buttoned, reached down for his shoes.
“Forgive me if I don’t take
your
word on that. ‘An abnormal condition of the mind, generally characterized by a loss of contact with reality.’ That’s the textbook definition of psychosis, Ethan. It could’ve been caused by the car accident. By seeing your partner killed. Or some buried trauma from the war resurfacing.”
“Get out of my room,” Ethan said.
“Ethan, your life could be—”
Ethan looked at Jenkins across the room, and something in his stare, his body language, must have suggested the real threat of violence, because the psychiatrist’s eyes went wide, and for the first time, he shut up.
* * *
Nurse Pam looked up from her paperwork behind the desk in the nurses’ station.
“Mr. Burke, what on earth are you doing up and dressed and out of bed?”
“Leaving.”
“Leaving?” She said it like she didn’t comprehend the word. “The hospital?”
“Wayward Pines.”
“You’re in no condition to even be out of—”
“I need my personal belongings right now. The sheriff told me the EMTs may have removed them from the car.”
“I thought the sheriff had them.”
“No.”
“You sure about that?”
“Yes.”
“Well, I can put on my Nancy Drew hat and—”
“Stop wasting my time. Do you know where they are?”
“No.”
Ethan turned away from her, started walking.
Nurse Pam called after him.
He stopped at the elevator, punched the down arrow button.
She was coming now—he could hear her quick footsteps on the checkered linoleum.
Turned and watched her approach in that lovely throwback of a nurses’ uniform.
She stopped a few feet away.
He had four or five inches on her. A few years as well.
“I can’t let you leave, Ethan,” she said. “Not until we know what’s wrong with you.”
The elevator doors screeched open.
Ethan backed away from the nurse into the car.
“Thanks for your help, and your concern,” he said, pressing G three times until the button illuminated, “but I think I got it figured out.”
“What?”
“It’s this town that’s wrong.”
Pam stretched her foot across the threshold, blocked the doors from closing.
“Ethan. Please. You’re not thinking clearly.”
“Move your foot.”
“I’m worried about you. Everyone here is.”
He’d been leaning back against the wall. Now he pushed off and came forward, stopping inches away from Pam, staring at her through the four-inch space between the doors.
He looked down, tapped the tip of her white shoe with the tip of his black shoe.
For a long moment, she held her ground, Ethan beginning to wonder if he would have to physically remove her from the elevator car.
Finally, she pulled her foot back.
* * *
Standing on the sidewalk, Ethan thought the town seemed quiet for late afternoon. He couldn’t hear a single car engine. Nothing, in fact, but the sound of birds cheeping and wind pushing through the crowns of three tall pines that loomed over the hospital’s front lawn.
He walked out into the middle of the street.
Stood there watching, listening.
The sun felt good and warm in his face.
The breeze carried a pleasant chill.
He looked up at the sky—dark blue crystal.
No clouds.
Flawless.
This place was beautiful, no question, but for the first time, those mountain walls that boxed this valley inside instilled something in him other than awe. He couldn’texplain why, but they filled him with fear. A dread he couldn’t quite put his finger on.
He
“I know, that’s what I’ve been trying to—”
“No. This town. The people in it. You. Something’s off, and if you think I’m going to sit here, let you fuck with me for one more second—”
“I am not fucking with you, Ethan. No one here is fucking with you. Do you have any idea how paranoid that statement sounds? I’m merely trying to determine if you’re in the throes of a psychotic episode.”
“Well, I’m not.”
Ethan pulled on his pants, got them buttoned, reached down for his shoes.
“Forgive me if I don’t take
your
word on that. ‘An abnormal condition of the mind, generally characterized by a loss of contact with reality.’ That’s the textbook definition of psychosis, Ethan. It could’ve been caused by the car accident. By seeing your partner killed. Or some buried trauma from the war resurfacing.”
“Get out of my room,” Ethan said.
“Ethan, your life could be—”
Ethan looked at Jenkins across the room, and something in his stare, his body language, must have suggested the real threat of violence, because the psychiatrist’s eyes went wide, and for the first time, he shut up.
* * *
Nurse Pam looked up from her paperwork behind the desk in the nurses’ station.
“Mr. Burke, what on earth are you doing up and dressed and out of bed?”
“Leaving.”
“Leaving?” She said it like she didn’t comprehend the word. “The hospital?”
“Wayward Pines.”
“You’re in no condition to even be out of—”
“I need my personal belongings right now. The sheriff told me the EMTs may have removed them from the car.”
“I thought the sheriff had them.”
“No.”
“You sure about that?”
“Yes.”
“Well, I can put on my Nancy Drew hat and—”
“Stop wasting my time. Do you know where they are?”
“No.”
Ethan turned away from her, started walking.
Nurse Pam called after him.
He stopped at the elevator, punched the down arrow button.
She was coming now—he could hear her quick footsteps on the checkered linoleum.
Turned and watched her approach in that lovely throwback of a nurses’ uniform.
She stopped a few feet away.
He had four or five inches on her. A few years as well.
“I can’t let you leave, Ethan,” she said. “Not until we know what’s wrong with you.”
The elevator doors screeched open.
Ethan backed away from the nurse into the car.
“Thanks for your help, and your concern,” he said, pressing G three times until the button illuminated, “but I think I got it figured out.”
“What?”
“It’s this town that’s wrong.”
Pam stretched her foot across the threshold, blocked the doors from closing.
“Ethan. Please. You’re not thinking clearly.”
“Move your foot.”
“I’m worried about you. Everyone here is.”
He’d been leaning back against the wall. Now he pushed off and came forward, stopping inches away from Pam, staring at her through the four-inch space between the doors.
He looked down, tapped the tip of her white shoe with the tip of his black shoe.
For a long moment, she held her ground, Ethan beginning to wonder if he would have to physically remove her from the elevator car.
Finally, she pulled her foot back.
* * *
Standing on the sidewalk, Ethan thought the town seemed quiet for late afternoon. He couldn’t hear a single car engine. Nothing, in fact, but the sound of birds cheeping and wind pushing through the crowns of three tall pines that loomed over the hospital’s front lawn.
He walked out into the middle of the street.
Stood there watching, listening.
The sun felt good and warm in his face.
The breeze carried a pleasant chill.
He looked up at the sky—dark blue crystal.
No clouds.
Flawless.
This place was beautiful, no question, but for the first time, those mountain walls that boxed this valley inside instilled something in him other than awe. He couldn’texplain why, but they filled him with fear. A dread he couldn’t quite put his finger on.
He
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